We have a winner! Judith has dutifully tabulated the results and Lee LeFever is the winner of the Perfect Pitch competition for the best "elevator pitch" on weblogs in the organization. Here's his winning pitch:
You might also want to take a peek at the runners up:
First, think about the value of the Wall Street Journal to business leaders. The value it provides is context — the Journal allows readers to see themselves in the context of the financial world each day, which enables more informed decision making.
With this in mind, think about your company as a microcosm of the financial world. Can your employees see themselves in the context of the whole company? Would more informed decisions be made if employees and leaders had access to internal news sources?
Weblogs serve this need. By making internal websites simple to update, weblogs allow individuals and teams to maintain online journals that chronicle projects inside the company. These professional journals make it easy to produce and access internal news, providing context to the company — context that can profoundly affect decision making. In this way, weblogs allow employees and leaders to make more informed decisions through increasing their awareness of internal news and events.
Second Place — Randal MossJudging Panelists: Dave Pollard, Dina Mehta, Don Park, Flemming Funch, Jim McGee, Lilia Efimova, Martin Dugage, Phil Wolff, Ross Mayfield, Scott Allen, and Ton Zijlstra via [The Social Software Weblog] via [McGee's Musings]
Third Place (tied) — Michael Angeles & Jack Vinson
The tyres in Esme's play ground at school. 5 minutes seems like an eternity for me and seconds to them.
Cat in a hat wasn't much good in my book, but I think they liked it. But, one can never tell. They may have just liked the mere fact of going to the cinema—popcorn, fizzy pop...
Just some odds an sods as I catch up with the pix of the kids. These tow are from Cound back in February.
Tom from next-door-but-one turns up and Es invites him to the big park. Sigh. But at least he entertains them, thus keeping them from bugging me constantly.
Tom suddenly learns to ride Esme's new bike. Which thrills him, and I think pleases Es and Brad, but I wonder if Es is made a little jealous?
We'd been there a couple of hours before we ran into Alison, Amand's sister and her kids.
Luckily for me I had plenty of time to read all of the news section of the Observer. A rare occurrence — peace and quiet, while the kids played in the brook.
Sunday night, after our trip to Church Stretton, there's an accident outside our house. Motorcycle had been tanking up and down our road very fast for most of the afternoon. This time he was unlucky, as he was on the wrong side of the road and bashed into a car. Broken leg for the biker, bust arm for the passenger, not a mark on the car driver.
Much fuss for the kids, ambulances, police cars...
Our first day on the beach, the weather was on the turn for the better, but still these hardy souls enjoy themselves.
Another day on the beach. Though it was sunny, the wind was biting, but still they paddled in the water. For me it was numbingly painful I only went in up to my ankles. EsPes and BradPad were in for hours, jumping over the waves.
Looking into the sun requires one eye shut the other squinted while turning your head to rest on your shoulder.
We went twice. And only at the last breath of the final trip Amanda and I discovered the Victorian museum. A complete wonder. 40 or so Victorian shops complete with mannequins and all the props. Wish I could have stayed all day there, but Esme wanted out — rapido, and took Brad and Manda. Thus I hurried and then Amanda took her quick tour as I looked after 'them' outside.
And this is what drew us to Flambards. I initially thought it a pantomime but it's just some geezer on the mike while Capt Hook and Peter Pan pose about behind.
One of the best ball pools I've been in. Complete with ball cannons, which Bradley played on for ages, and ages.
Several people commented on his sunglasses, particularly when he went inside and kept them on. But, as we're both blue eyed I can understand the intensity of the brightness of the sun being just too much.
Booooosh! Bradley ducks when the water slide comes down.
Interestingly, his head moved as the shutter swept down, thus squashing his head and giving a 'ducked feeling.'
And these were the best, at least in my book. Bradley though is flung around as I race flat out around the corners.
Looking tough? Not with the teddy. Though putting on your sunglasses first thing in the morning is, I think, pretty cool.
Me in my holiday hat with Brad, and Manda in the background photographed by Esme which is why I'm ducking down.
Only two visits to the local pub. On the last visit we played 'the pub game' or RPS which we played wrongly, that is with four people and with dynamite. Nevertheless, hearing Bradley's cackle when he won was worth the world.
Back from hols. 1,000 emails to work through, mostly spam, luckily my spam filters sort 90%.
All three machines at Birmingham Poly seem to be down. Luckly, or rather mysteriously coincidentally, 15 minutes after me downloading my mail. But for three machines to go—must be network related.
I wish some mad Muslims would do the same, (and some crazy Christians).
I think there maybe more in my camera. So long since I did any photoblogging of the kids. Been far too busy. This trip was on 22 Feb this year, over a month ago. Shame on you dad the archiver.
Charlie came with us, he's Esme and Bradley's cousin on Amanda's side, and a very sensible 11 or is it 10?
I most love this hall, it's the Reptile House, and these are just common or garden carp. Just can't get good pictures in the aquarium — though much more interesting fish.
Me thinks I'm going to be very pleased with it for the little time I'll have it. I intend to sell it next week at a tidy profit.